A woman fit to be a man's wife is too good to be his servant.

I think this co-operative scheme is an uncommonly good one. It's much easier to work on someone else's job than one's own - gives one that delightful feelin' of interferin' and bossin' about, combined with the glorious sensation that another fellow is takin' all one's own work off one's hands.

I say, I don’t think the human frame is very thoughtfully constructed for this sleuthhound business. If one could go on all fours, or had eyes in ones knees, it would be a lot more practical’… ‘What luck! Here’s a deep, damp ditch on the other side, which I shall now proceed to fall into.’ A slithering crash proclaimed that he had carried out his intention.

And what do all the great words come to in the end, but that? I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.

Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.

The only sin passion can commit is to be joyless.

People who prefer to believe the worst of others will breed war and religious persecutions while the world lasts.